Everyone has their neighbourhood ice cream stand that they swear by. In my case, when I want to cool down with a sweet treat and the sugary-soapy soft-serve concoctions found at the big ridiculous chains don't do it for me, I head over to Crocodile Ice Cream.
I've been going to that ice cream shack since before it became Crocodile many years ago, and have enjoyed watching the place grow. I sometimes even miss their punch cards that they had in the beginning, because it justified the amount of ice cream I was consuming ("I need to eat just three more cones to get that free one!") Even though I don't really live in that neck of the neighbourhood anymore, I still make my way there anyway when I can.
The little hut is full of frozen goodies. With a variety of at least 20 Farmers flavours of ice cream and frozen yogurt that frequently rotate, you are bound to find a flavour to quench your cravings. And if not, they now offer home-made gelatos, too. I highly recommend splurging to get their home-made waffle cones. Some waffle cones have that off, almost bitter or a bland flavour, but not these; no, they truly taste like crispy, sweet waffles and are the perfect vehicle to deliver that two-scoop peanut butter caramel cookie dough ice cream to your hungry mouth.
Expect to fight a chaotic line, especially on even the coolest sunny days. Sometimes there are tables and chairs behind the shack, but most of the time the rocks surrounding the parking lot will do just fine to park your ass while you eat to make sure you're not ruining your car's detail job by dripping all over the seats. read more